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Damien said. Ethan smiled a little. "Several copies of both of you in that motel room and more. I have just enough to bury your firm and that your stupid little romance." He grinned. “Although, I'll admit that Damien does fuck well and this little slut moans are addictive too.” Anger flared in me at the derogatory term he had just called me. “Mind your mouth,” Damien snapped with anger. I held him back. “Calm your nerves boy,” Ethan said to him with a knowing smirk. “I can destroy you anytime I want.”

I hate how wet I get just reading his orders. My fingers move slowly, torturously slowly. Slick sounds fill the quiet garden air. I bite my lip hard. “So wet…” I type. “Throbbing for a stranger…” I don’t finish the sentence. Another message pings. “Stop touching. Edge only. Hold it right there. Imagine my hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning them above your head while I watch that pretty nun cunt clench and cry for release. You’re dripping on the stones, aren’t you, dirty little whore?”

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

“Move closer.” Fear and something hotter warred inside me. I told myself I was only obeying to avoid his anger, but my body moved forward until I stood barely an arm’s length away. His heat radiated toward me. His scent — that intoxicating wild musk — made my head spin and my core clench with sudden, shameful need. “Look at me.” I lifted my gaze. His green eyes locked onto mine, dark with an intensity that stole my breath. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

She said with disdain, "Is this very disappointing to you?" "I—I don't know what you're saying." Misty's face instinctively paled. As her fingers brushed past the mask on her face, she shifted her gaze away in haste. "What do you mean?" "I said, are you disappointed because I wasn't affected at all?" Looming down on her, Hannah sneered. "Misty, you're only good at stirring up trouble and adding fuel to the fire. These are the only tricks you're best at." She found it amusing and absurd. Was this what the protagonist of the book would be like? In the book, Misty was innocent and resilient. She was like an angel who had fallen from the heavens, a symbol of pure innocence.

I couldn't refuse his advances as that was the little I could do to keep him from getting angrier than he already was. "You wanted the spice didn't you?" he asked teasingly. It was quite admirable the way he didn't let his smile get altered by anything that had just happened. He seemed to be a direct opposite of Troy who was almost like a loose cannon. His hands were holding me close to his body and I just couldn't resist. My hands came hungrily on his chest as that had been on my mind ever since. I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be at that point.

Maybe I was just better off with someone like Bobby. No. I felt anger rise up, a hot fire burning in my belly. I didn't deserve that. I deserved someone who treated me like I was worth something. If Andrew couldn't see past my mistakes, then he wasn't worth my time. I didn't need him either. A tear dripped down my cheek, hot and painful. I knew I was lying to myself, feeding on anger to justify my pain. I wanted to scream. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to feel some kind of physical pain just to make my chest hurt less.